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April 7, 2016

Moving and shaking: 30th Israel Film Festival, new Beverly Hills mayor installed and more

At the recent kickoff sponsor luncheon of the 30th Israel Film Festival at the Four Seasons Hotel, Meir Fenigstein addressed the some 150 attendees like a proud parent. When he started the festival while a student at the Berklee College of Music in Boston, he said, “I could not have imagined how far this event would come.” 

With screenings now annually held in New York and Miami as well as Los Angeles, “my crazy idea has brought more than 1,000 Israeli films to reach more than 1 million people in the United States,” he added. This year’s L.A. event will take place from Nov. 9-23.

And for the second year in a row, the festival will bring Israeli movies to the upcoming American Film Market in Santa Monica to help filmmakers secure distribution.

In an interview with the Journal, Fenigstein said he will start planning the festival’s lineup after the Israeli Academy of Film and Television announces its Ophir Award (the Israeli Academy Award) nominees around mid-May. Meanwhile, the goal is to raise the approximately $700,000 required to put on the festival.

At the March 31 luncheon, Nu Image/Millennium Films’ Danny Dimbort (a producer of “The Wolf of Wall Street”) received the festival’s lifetime achievement award; philanthropist Daphna Ziman, who is renowned for her work with foster children, was presented with the 2016 humanitarian award; while festival designers Peter Bemis and Smitty received the 2016 Image Award.

David Siegel, consul general of Israel in Los Angeles, spoke of the importance of presenting Israeli cinema, as did Jay Sanderson, president and CEO of The Jewish Federation of Greater Los Angeles. Comedian Elon Gold served as emcee, while actors Radha Mitchell and Edward James Olmos — a Chicano who discovered his forebears include Hungarian Jews — presented the humanitarian award to Ziman.

Ziman, for her part, recalled how she was especially drawn to the festival after watching a screening of the 2010 documentary “Precious Life,” the story of a Palestinian woman who had hoped her son would grow up to become a suicide bomber until Hadassah hospital treated the boy for his genetic disease. “I’m going to cry, because that movie had such a huge impact on me,” Ziman said in an interview.

Actor Navid Negahban, a non-Jewish Iranian who has played a terrorist on Showtime’s “Homeland,” told the Journal he has been a supporter of the festival since his movie “Baba Joon” was the opening night selection last year. “The Israeli film industry has welcomed me so warmly that I continue to work there,” he said.

— Naomi Pfefferman, Arts & Entertainment Editor


An installation ceremony for Beverly Hills Mayor John Mirisch and Beverly Hills Vice Mayor Nancy Krasne took place March 16 at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences’ Samuel Goldwyn Theater.

From left: Pepperdine University School of Public Policy interim Dean Pete Peterson, Beverly Hills Mayor John Mirisch and Mirisch’s son, Vincent. Photo courtesy of City of Beverly Hills

Mirisch and Krasne preside over the Beverly Hills City Council, which is composed of William Brien, Lili Bosse and Mirisch’s predecessor, Julian Gold, who was Beverly Hills’ mayor when the city entered into a 2015 agreement with Israel focused on water and cybersecurity, among other issues. Bosse, who served as Beverly Hills mayor in 2014, is the daughter of late Holocaust survivor and author Rose Toren.

Participants at the event, which drew approximately 450 attendees, included Rabbi Pini Dunner of Beverly Hills Synagogue, who led the invocation, and Pepperdine University School of Public Policy interim Dean Pete Peterson.

Mirisch was elected mayor in February.


Los Angeles attorney and Congregation Bais Naftoli President Andrew Friedman presented Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban with a City of Los Angeles certificate of honor signed by Los Angeles Mayor Eric Garcetti and Los Angeles City Councilman Paul Koretz during a visit to the Hungarian Parliament Building in Budapest, Hungary, on March 21. Friedman described the certificate as “a greeting from the people of Los Angeles to the people of Budapest, Hungary.” 

Bais Naftoli President Andrew Friedman (left) presents Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban with a City of Los Angeles certificate of honor. Photo courtesy of Andrew Friedman

“The main reason I went is to discuss a number of Jewish issues with him, including his statement that he has zero tolerance for any anti-Semitism,” Friedman, whose congregation is an Orthodox synagogue with a sizable Hungarian population, said in a recent phone interview.

The attorney and his shul are currently engaged in an ongoing relationship with the Hungarian government underscoring improved relations between Hungary and the Jewish community, both inside of Hungary and in the Diaspora. In 2013, Hungarian President Janos Ader visited Bais Naftoli.

Friedman, who was born in Hungary but left with his family in 1956 while the country was seeking religious freedom, has since returned to Hungary several times and helped refurbish Jewish synagogues and cemeteries there. During his recent meeting with Orban, the Hungarian leader presented Friedman with “an honorary certificate for fighting anti-Semitism in Hungary,” Friedman said.


Temple Hadar Israel, a struggling synagogue in New Castle, Pa., has donated a Torah to Beit Centrum Ki Tov, a new congregation in Warsaw, Poland, and a local rabbi helped with the transport.

Bais Naftoli President Andrew Friedman (left) presents Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban with a City of Los Angeles certificate of honor. Photo courtesy of Andrew Friedman

Temple Hadar Israel congregant Dale Perelman traveled with the Torah from New Castle and delivered it to Rabbi Haim Dov Beliak on March 24 at Koreatown-based Wilshire Boulevard Temple. Beliak then traveled with the Torah to Poland. The Torah arrived in Warsaw on March 31. Lori Peljovich, a spokesperson for the Jewish Community Legacy Project (JCLP), which facilitated the transfer of the Torah, said a dedication ceremony is scheduled to take place April 8 at Beit Centrum Ki Tov. 

JCLP is based in Atlanta and led by President David Sarnat. The JCLP “works with small, dwindling congregations around the country to help them determine their legacies,” according to Peljovich. “We advise them on everything from endowment planning, cemetery care, leadership transitions and real estate divestment to archival storage and distribution/donation of artifacts and Judaica.”

“Moving and Shaking” highlights events, honors and simchas. Got a tip? Email ryant@jewishjournal.com.

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Yitzi’s light

I needed some good ideas for a talk I was preparing on the parsha of the week, so I asked my friend Yitzi Hurwitz if he had anything. I’m a big fan of his blog, where he weighs in every week with his unique insights on the Torah portion.

He hadn’t yet written his column for this week, so he pulled out last year’s column on Tazria and Metzorah and we discussed it.

This is the part that stood out for me:

“The real question is, what do you see when you meet a Metzorah? Do you focus on the ailment (a biblical-era type of leprosy), or on the possibility to reenter? How does the Metzorah view himself? Does he see himself as an outcast?  Or as a person who was granted the opportunity and the time to search his ways and refine himself to have a more meaningful existence upon reentry?”

One reason it stood out is because Yitzi is living that very message.

You see, Yitzi has ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s Disease. He can’t move his body. He can only move his eyes. He communicates by pointing his eyes at individual letters on a specially designed computer screen with eye-tracking software. It’s slow and painstaking, but it hasn’t stopped him from writing and sharing his words of wisdom with a growing audience.

Yitzi sees himself neither as an outcast nor a victim.

When I visited him last Wednesday night at his home in the Hancock Park area of Los Angeles, I could tell from the sparkle in his eyes that he was very happy to see me. These days, that is how Yitzi physically conveys his joy— through the sparkle in his eyes.

From that standpoint, nothing much has changed. Yitzi has always been a human joy machine. If you’ve been reading his blog over the past few years, you'll know that he didn’t allow his physical deterioration to undermine his love of life, of Torah, of his family, of the Jewish people, of humanity, of music, of laughter and of his calling to share his good vibes.

It’s just that now, it’s more difficult to see these good vibes. Whereas he used to be known for his dancing and singing while running for many years the Chabad of Temecula as the Lubavitcher Rebbe’s emissary, today his good vibes are transmitted through his words and his sparkling eyes.

For many people, that is more than enough.

I heard from one of his close friends that when one of his daughters feels a little down, she comes into his room and he tells her a joke to spark her up.

It must be working, because the vibe in his house felt pretty upbeat when I was there. At one point, one of his teenage sons came into the room to play a Chassidic niggun he just learned on his new guitar.

Yitzi and his wife Dina have seven children, ages 9 to 19, two of whom are away at school. Dina is the great love of his life, and Yitzi is the great love of her life.

Dina keeps everything going. She feels his energy. She can read his eyes, his mind and his mood. They have their own shorthand. When Yitzi typed out the word “Torah”—a voice software makes his words audible—she immediately knew he wanted her to tell me the story of how they got the little holy Torah that graces his room and faces his bed. When he typed out “hold,” she told me he wanted me to hold it—which I did.

That little Torah lies diagonal from the medical tubes that surround him. They both never leave him. They both provide 24-hour care. He has a nurse or his wife next to him at all times to manage the feeding and breathing tubes. And his beloved Torah is always there to remind him of his life’s purpose.

His room is rarely empty of visitors. Friends from the Yeshiva next door come in and out during the day to study Torah with him. On Shabbat, his family moves the table into his room and go through all the rituals in his presence. Feeling the family vibes of Shabbat nourishes him. He doesn’t use his miraculous digital machine on Shabbat, but they have found a Shabbat-friendly device– albeit much slower—to help him communicate.

He has an extensive support system, mostly from the Jewish world and his Chabad community. But because he has significant medical expenses (above what is covered by private and government insurance), not to mention his large family's living expenses, Yitzi and his family can use all the help they can get.

Hopefully, their support network will grow now that one of Yitzi's songs has gone viral on the Internet.

Yitzi wrote the song in 2008 and recorded it on his iPhone. A few months ago, his friend Chaim Marcus decided to gather some top Jewish voices and musicians from around the world to perform the song on a video. In just the first week, the video has over 300,000 views.

The title of the song is, “Shine a little light.”

It's also the story of Yitzi’s life.

To read Yitzi's blog, go to yitzihurwitz.blogspot.com.

To support the Hurwitz Family Fund, visit hurwitzfamilyfund.com.


David Suissa is president of TRIBE Media Corp./Jewish Journal and can be reached at davids@jewishjournal.com.

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Trumpsters “Bowl Alone”—and Ominously Globalize American Politics

When I started studying American history in the early 1960s, the field was still dominated by the “consensus” view propagated by historians like Daniel Boorstin (a former young Communist and later Reagan-appointed Librarian of Congress).

According to Boorstin’s version, American politics was exceptional (and exceptionally virtuous) because it had always centered around limited disagreements over shared values. Even the Civil War, he argued, in a popular book was a conflict over how to interpret the Constitution—not over irreconcilable social and economic differences like the French Revolution. (Boorstin was remarkably blind to our national fault line over race.)

Leftist historians have succeeded since the 1960s in replacing the “consensus” view with a “from the bottom up” conflict-oriented narrative emphasizing sharp differences in class, culture, and identity. The rise of Donald Trump—and, to a lesser degree, Bernie Sanders—suggests to me that they have not gone far enough in exploring how, not just the U.S. economy, but U.S. politics have been “globalized”—and not necessarily for the better.

Harvard sociologist Robert D. Putnam became famous for his book, Bowling Alone (2001), arguing that American discontents have less to with people’s economic deficits than with their declining “social capital,” i.e., their tendencies no longer to bowl together—or attend church together or join fraternal lodges and self- help groups and neighborhood associations, etc., etc. Putnam argues that declining social capital is in fact a global phenomenon which is now affecting the U.S. which previously had the uniquely rich associational life celebrated in the 1800s by visiting French scholar Alexis de Tocqueville’s Democracy in America. Now, Yoni Applebaum in the Atlantic finds polling evidence that Trump supporters are also “voting alone,” bereft of much of the social support networks that used to sustain working-class life.

Putnam’s book on “bowling alone” identified a widespread American malaise at the turn-of-the millennium. I fear, however, that what’s going on, as currently manifested by our political revolt of the discontented masses, may be deeper rooted and more dangerous.

What’s stick in my mind is re-reading perhaps the greatest travelogue of the twentieth century, Dame Rebecca West’s Black Lamb and Grey Falcon recounting her journeys through Southeastern Europe on the verge of World War II. In the opening chapters, she puts in perspective the European-wide appeal of Mussolini’s—and Hitler’s—fascism by dissecting the psychology of faceless, voiceless men desperate to find ways to strike out—or identify with leaders who promise to do it for them. She gives a great deal of attention to Gavrilo Princeps, the Serbian nationalist who triggered World War I by assassinating Austrian Grand Duke Franz Ferdinand. But she goes further back to the period around 1900 which marked the rise of little-known, long-forgotten anarchist assassins who “made history” by specializing in blowing up European royalty. These set the stage for fascist strong men.

The same impulse—it might be called “The De Niro/Tax Driver Syndrome”—has been seen historically in the U.S. among most of the inconsequential little men who became famous for a season by assassinating presidents. Most including Lee Harvey Oswald “bowled alone,” though the well-connected John Wilkes Booth was something of an exception. Now, I wonder if this global impulse to be heard and felt by men feeling too small to even be stomped under the boot of history is behind the slavish adulation and cult-like following of Donald Trump. When his followers are interviewed at his rallies, some say that have faith in his miraculous powers “to make America great again”—but other imply that all that matters is that he will bring the current order crashing down, even if he has nothing to replace it with.

There’s also a remarkable disinterest in specific solutions among Bernie Sanders’ following, although I attribute this less to existential nihilism than to the naïve, historically ignorant faith in all-healing socialism absorbed by his young college-educated followers. Bernie Sanders’ nostrums are not going to turn the U.S. into a “safe space” protected from globalizing economic trends by insular socialist panaceas that allow under-employed college grads out of their parents’ basements—and out-from-under student debt—to see the light of day.

Nor will Trump’s protectionist economic nationalism return happy days to white working class men whose visions of raucous fun at Archie Bunker’s Tavern are fading further daily into oblivion. Frank Sinatra’s paeans to “Love and Marriage” have given place permanently to the mockery—or worse—of “Married with Children.”

All Eisenhower and Kennedy Era “mad men” can now do is howl as they disappear into that not-so-good night. But on the way out, their loud discontents and those of their baby bust sons, magnified especially by Trump’s trumpet, may cause great political mischief with ground-shifting reverberations beyond U.S. borders.

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Baseball, Jews and the American dream

In 1903, the Yiddish-language Forverts published a letter from a Russian immigrant, who’d written to say he didn’t understand the point of the game of baseball, the sport so beloved by all Americans.

“What is the point of a crazy game like baseball?” the perplexed reader asked. “I want my boy to grow up to be a mensh, not a wild American runner.”

“Let your boys play baseball and play it well,” Forverts publisher Abraham Cahan wrote back. “Let us not raise the children that they grow up foreigners in their own birthplace.”

Six years later, the Forverts published a column that attempted to explain this strange game to its readers, many of them recent immigrants from Europe eager to leave behind the Old Country to become American. The piece was illustrated with a baseball diamond with Yiddish notations, including detailed explanations of the “defense party” and the “enemy party” — meaning the team in the field and the team at bat.

“To us immigrants, this all seems crazy, however, it’s worthwhile to understand what kind of craziness it is,” the Forverts said. “If an entire nation is crazy over something, it’s not too much to ask to try and understand what it means.”

More than a century later, Americans are still crazy about baseball. Major League Baseball is the second-largest professional sports league in the world by annual revenue ($9.5 billion in 2015), second only to the National Football League. And, more importantly, baseball, more than any other sport, has served as a means of assimilation for wave after wave of newly arrived immigrants to the United States, a ready bridge to connect with Americans and their culture.

Now, timed to the opening week of Major League Baseball’s 113th season, the Skirball Cultural Center is unveiling “Chasing Dreams: Baseball & Becoming American,” an acclaimed exhibition organized by the National Museum of American Jewish History (NMAJH) in Philadelphia. The show will be on view for the duration of the baseball season, through Oct. 30, highlighting the sport’s role as an active player in America’s major dramas of the 20th and 21st centuries — immigration, racism and racial integration, wars, assimilation and acculturation. The exhibition also shows how baseball’s role in these phenomena was just as pivotal for Jews as it has been for other cultural groups, including Italians, Blacks, Mexicans, Japanese and Latinos, a particularly impactful group within Los Angeles baseball, which the Skirball’s installation especially focuses on.

“While we can see in the story of American Jewish life this important kind of connection to baseball as our national pastime, as a symbol of ideals, as a public display of Jews’ integration into American society, it has indeed played a similar role for other minority populations,” said Josh Perelman, co-curator of the exhibition and the chief curator at NMAJH.

The show emphasizes memorabilia and data, but also stories even seasoned baseball fans might not have been aware of — whether highlighting Jewish stars like Sandy Koufax and Hank Greenberg, or more minor figures, like catcher Moe Berg and Thelma “Tiby” Eisen, the latter a Los Angeles native who grew up in an Orthodox Jewish home and was an outfielder in the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League (AAGPBL).

“Chasing Dreams” is organized around four distinct sections and includes some interactive experiences, including a virtual-reality game that enables the visitor to experience playing in the field, and a cage (replete with a chain-link fence) where visitors can throw off a mound. (Just like Sandy Koufax!)

The exhibition opens with an introduction to the sport’s early history and key founders — ones whose names you might not know, like Lipman Emanuel “Lip” Pike, a 19th-century baseball star, who was not only the game’s first Jewish player, but also is believed to have been the first-ever professional baseball player. There’s also Albert Von Tilzer, son of Polish Jewish immigrants, who wrote in 1908 the iconic song “Take Me Out to the Ball-Game” with singer-songwriter Jack Norworth. On display is a reproduction of the original lyric sheet, along with the sheet music to “Jake, Jake, the Yiddisha Ball Player,” a baseball polka written by composer Irving Berlin and lyricist Blanche Merrill. There’s also space dedicated to Barney Dreyfuss, known among hard-core baseball aficionados as the Jewish German immigrant who bought the Pittsburgh Pirates and co-invented the first World Series championship — today one of the biggest annual athletic spectacles in the world. Visitors also can read an excellent reproduction of the 1903 World Series agreement, drafted and signed by Dreyfuss and Boston Americans owner Henry Killilea.

Sheet music for “Take Me Out to the Ball-Game” by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer, 1908. Courtesy of Andy Strasberg

Amid the baseball trivia is a pendant awarded to Deacon White of the Detroit Wolverines as part of the sport’s precursor to the World Series, which was named for a Jew — actress Helen Dauvray, who married John Montgomery Ward, shortstop for the New York Giants. From 1887 to about 1893, Dauvray personally awarded the Dauvray Cup and accompanying pendants to the winning team of the championship game between the National League and the American Association. The owner of the New York Giants, as it happens, was Andrew Freedman, son of Jewish German immigrants, and a successful businessman and Tammany Hall insider who bought the Giants in 1895, while in his mid-30s. Known as one of baseball’s most unpopular owners ever, he fought with everyone, including fans. The exhibition includes a Polo Grounds pass bearing Freedman’s signature from 1898 — the same year the short-fused owner pulled the Giants off the field after Baltimore Orioles outfielder Ducky Holmes exclaimed an anti-Semitic slur.

The show’s “Shaping Identity” section profiles players who found a home in baseball, and through it helped shape what being American meant for them. Hank Greenberg, who, with Koufax, is considered one of the greatest players in American professional sports history, is a linchpin of the exhibition. 

Jackie Robinson signs autographs on the first day of spring training with the Brooklyn Dodgers on March 6, 1948. Donated by Corbis.

According to Birdie Tebbetts, Greenberg’s teammate on the Tigers, Greenberg — also known as “The Hebrew Hammer” — “was abused more than anyone except Jackie Robinson.” It didn’t help that Greenberg played in Detroit in the 1930s and ’40s, during the time of notoriously anti-Semitic inventor and manufacturer Henry Ford and Father Charles Coughlin, both of whom worked to poison many Americans’ attitudes toward Jews. 

Greenberg’s own Detroit Tigers uniform is on display in the show, along with a crown awarded him by the Maryland Professional Baseball Players Association as part of its “Sultan of Swat” award.

Hank Greenberg’s Sultan of Swat crown, bestowed in recognition of his 1938 season by the Maryland Professional Baseball Players Association. Photo courtesy of Steve Greenberg

Perhaps most touching — even more than his decision to not play in a crucial game on Yom Kippur in 1934 — is Greenberg’s original military identification card from 1944. Greenberg was the first player to register for the draft, in October 1940, and served 47 months — longer in World War II than any other player, during which time he did not play even one inning of his beloved baseball. He eventually became a member of the Army Air Forces in the Pacific theater, after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. 

Hank Greenberg’s military identification card from 1944. Courtesy of the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum, Cooperstown, N.Y.

“My country comes first,” Greenberg famously said.

Berg and Eisen are two of the lesser-known Jewish ballplayers highlighted in the exhibition. Berg wasn’t a particularly good baseball player by MLB standards, but the Princeton and Columbia graduate made his mark as perhaps one of the most intelligent people the game has ever seen, as well as being a spy for the predecessor to the CIA — the Office of Strategic Services — during World War II.

For her part, Tiby Eisen was born in Los Angeles in 1922 to Dorothy (Shechter) Eisen and her Austrian immigrant husband, David Eisen. In 1940, Tiby wanted to play football but was denied by a city council’s ruling that women couldn’t play tackle football in Los Angeles. Eventually, she pivoted to a sport where female involvement was more accepted — baseball, joining the all-female league in 1944 and becoming one of its most successful players in the league’s short, 11-year history.

Thelma “Tiby” Eisen, seen here in 1945, played in the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League. Courtesy of American Jewish Historical Society

“Chasing Dreams,” though, like baseball itself, is not about only one ethnic group. As much as the show celebrates the role of Jews in baseball, as well as the role of baseball in bringing Jews into the American mainstream, “Chasing Dreams” demonstrates how the sport also served as a bridge between Jews and non-Jews, and likewise, for other minority groups striving to enter the American mainstream through the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries. 

Notably, there’s the iconic portrait of Greenberg and Joe DiMaggio, the Italian-American New York Yankee, and there’s the extensive space given to the “Overcoming Adversity” section, showing the journey of Black Americans like Jackie Robinson and Hank Aaron, and Mexican Fernando Valenzuela, Cuban Raul Lago and Puerto Rican Roberto Clemente, as well as Japanese-born Ichiro Suzuki. 

One particularly jarring set of letters can be found in an exchange between the Washington baseball club and its minor league team, the Chattanooga Lookouts, in December 1953, six years after Robinson integrated the sport. The Washington team was one of only a handful that had not yet signed a Black player.

Ossie Bluege, director of Washington’s “farm league” operations, wrote to Lookouts owner Joe Engel that Lago had applied to attend a Nationals baseball camp in Florida, cautioning that “whether he is colored or not” would be determinative in whether he could attend.

“If he’s white all go and well, if not, he stays home. …” Bluege typed, adding in his own hand below that, “If any colored blood want to know now.” Engle then wrote to the American Club in Havana, “If Raul Lago has any colored blood at all, I do not want him to come to Winter Garden.” They got the response they needed to give Lago the green light:

“NO COLORED BLOOD AT ALL, POSITIVELY WHITE, AS SNOW BALL.”

From the perspective of today’s world of multiracial and multiethnic teams, that things like this happened in baseball seems bizarre, but even this ugly interaction is part of what makes baseball, as Perelman said, “a mirror for our society, revealing all of our strengths and all of our things that we have to celebrate as a nation, but also the challenges we face and the ground we still have to cover.”

Throughout its history, baseball has, Perelman believes, charted a sort of “chronology of ethnic identity and minority acceptance” in America — the game reveals the nation’s shortcomings, even while it serves as a proxy for America’s remarkable success in overcoming those deficiencies.

Today, the advancement of Jews or Italians or Blacks in American sports is no longer at issue. But baseball can still be seen as serving an acculturating role for Latino immigrants and their descendants.

“The meaning of diversity in baseball is very much today centered around the Caribbean and South America,” Perelman said. “It is part of the ongoing story of the sport that how diversity is defined in baseball changes over time and illustrates the nature of immigration and ethnicity at a particular moment in American history.”

Gabriel “Tito” Avila Jr., founder of San Francisco’s Hispanic Heritage Baseball Museum, describes baseball as a “catalyst” for Latino assimilation into American culture, and said the sport has helped acculturate and assimilate Latino Americans since Colombian-born Lou Castro became the first Latino professional baseball player with the Philadelphia Athletics in 1902.

The main issue with Latino involvement in professional baseball wasn’t their ethnicity or national origin — it was their skin color, and, in fact, Latinos and Blacks shared a particular bond, because many of the Black Latinos (Afro-Cubans, for example) played with African-Americans in the Negro Leagues. It wasn’t until Minnie Miñoso, a Black Cuban, debuted in 1949 with the Cleveland Indians that a Black Latino broke the crumbling color barrier that Robinson cracked two years earlier.

Avila, 65, is a son of Puerto Rican immigrants and grew up in New York City playing stickball, handball and baseball in the streets with the other Latino kids in his neighborhood. He went on to play semi-professional baseball and opened the Hispanic Heritage Baseball Museum in 1998.

“It’s a different game altogether [today],” Avila said, pointing out that Latinos, for many years now, have moved well beyond the sport’s periphery, with players like Robinson Cano, Felix Hernandez and Alex Rodriguez cementing Latinos’ place in the game much as Greenberg and Koufax and Robinson did decades ago. “We’ve got superstars. We’ve got players that have put us deep in the game of baseball in every position.”

Adrian Burgos, a history professor at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign who specializes in Latino sports history, added that what distinguishes Latino baseball players from those in other immigrant groups is that Caribbean Latinos have a rich baseball history dating back about as far as that of Americans.

“Latinos have been playing this very effusive, ebullient, emotional, enthusiastic version of baseball going back to the 19th century,” Burgos said. Baseball for Latino Americans, according to Burgos, gives them a “common language” with their American neighbors. 

“They are already fanatics of the game,” Burgos said. “So what really helped them when they migrated to places like New York or Chicago or other urban areas throughout the U.S., the familiarity with baseball gave them an in to having conversations with their neighbors: ‘Did you see Gomez pitching against Greenberg? Did you see Clemente?’ 

“I think that baseball, more than any other sport, has served as a mirror of American society,” the show’s co-curator Perelman said. “Not to say that other sports don’t have their own stories, but in my opinion, baseball has been the most powerful and the most significant.”

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The Yiddish roots of Hollywood

When I ask Yiddishist Edna Nahshon what images of Jews appeared on the stages of Yiddish theater, she says, simply, “Everything.” 

You have scientists, you have crooks, you have whores — the entire gamut of Jewish life.” 

Minus the whores, that pretty much described the scene around us when we met one recent morning at a bustling café on New York’s Upper West Side. I’d invited Nahshon to discuss an exhibition she curated on New York’s Yiddish Theater, “From the Bowery to Broadway,” currently at the Museum of the City of New York. In viewing it, I was astonished to discover a lesser-known attribute:  Yiddish theater was kinda racy. 

Take stage actor Boris Thomashefsky, for instance. He was a huge star in his day, but also a serial womanizer and volatile personality who lost his entire fortune and died a pauper. His life played out like a tabloid drama, riddled with scandal. There was also Moishe Finkel, the actor, director and producer (most everyone was a jack-of-all-trades in the Yiddish theater world) who fired a gun at his wife, Thomashefsky’s younger sister, when she jilted him for a lover. Then he fatally shot himself. 

“They were like Hollywood stars,” Nahshon says, “and the community followed [them] with great interest. Who else are you going to gossip about, Moishe the tailor? Who cares? The [Yiddish stars] were glamorous. And the women were beautiful — Sara Adler was known to get her dresses from Paris. Who had dresses from Paris on the Lower East Side?” 

The glamour and emotion remind me a little bit of that other Jewish performing arts industry — Hollywood. But a closer look suggests the two worlds were actually quite different: Yiddish theater was “theater by Jews for Jews,” as Nahshon puts it, deeply, proudly ethnic, a way to establish identity in a changing world. Hollywood, by contrast, was about assimilation, acculturation and Americanization. Constitutionally, they were opposites. “Whereas in Hollywood they were so nervous about Jewish themes, not in New York,” Nahshon says. “In New York, a huge percentage of the theatergoing audience was Jewish.”

“It’s interesting to have a topic like this in a museum that is not a Jewish museum,” she muses, admitting the placement of a deeply ethnic exhibit at a secular museum has confused her friends and colleagues. “You have no idea how many emails I’ve gotten from people who say, ‘Can’t wait to see the exhibit at the Jewish Museum.’ ” They’ll figure it out, she hopes.

Nahshon has been a professor of theater and drama at the Jewish Theological Seminary “for decades” and is the author of several books on Yiddish theater — “I’m interested in the whole complex of Jews in the performing arts,” she says — but this is her first exhibition. And, boy, is it a fun telling of the Jewish “entertainment zone” that developed in the early 20th century on the immigrant-rich Lower East Side. “In 1925, you had 14 Yiddish theaters in New York,” Nahshon says with an emphasis befitting a dramaturge. “That’s not the number you have on Broadway, but it’s also not insignificant.” 

What emerges from the exhibition, which features photographs, drawings, movie posters and costumes (worn by such stars as Molly Picon and Barbra Streisand) is a world peopled with larger-than-life characters and tremendous artistic talents. It reads like a novel, telling wild stories of actors, writers and producers, set designers and composers who established a dynamic community meeting place Nahshon likens to a “secular synagogue.” 

“For the Jews of that era, the greatest culture in the world was Russian culture,” Nahshon explains, adding tartly, “not Russian pogroms, but Russian culture.” The Yiddish theater world was full of Russian emigres who yearned to connect with their past, and the community united around the cause of helping fellow Jews from the “Yiddishland.” This wasn’t the quiet, anemic domain of WASPs, mind you; this was a theater of shared values and intense emotions. “You don’t have to explain certain things,” Nahshon says. “There’s no need.” Everyone understands conversion or intermarriage is “bad.” 

Yiddish theater was an ethnic enclave, mediating between past and present, between the motherland, Russia, and the new land, America. It was the place to explore “all the dilemmas that are raised by immigration, by Americanization, the shift from the old country to the new country, changing values, intergenerational tensions,” Nahshon says. “[These things] are universal, but also very specifically Jewish.”

The exhibition is as historically exacting as it is dishy, capturing in full the vibrant dynamism of a world long gone. “In the 1930s, as Yiddish begins to decline, its function changes.” As more and more people speak English, there’s no longer a need to translate the wider culture into Yiddish, so, “it begins to be a place where you go for a ‘Jewish’ show.” 

That’s not a claim Hollywood can make, though some stories from and about the Yiddish theater would ultimately become Hollywood and Broadway hits. Think: “Fiddler on the Roof” and “Funny Girl.” The self-contained Yiddish universe disappeared, but its content, many of its stories, and even some of its stars still migrated to America’s mainstream entertainment industries. 

Is it sad, I ask, that Jews lost something totally their own and traded up for Hollywood, which is about everyone? 

“Everything changes,” Nahshon says without lament. “We’re comfortable with the arts. They’ve become a kind of secular religion of American Jews. People who don’t live a traditional religious life in the old sense are people who rush to film festivals and to ‘Fiddler’ and to various shows that deal with Jewish topics.”

Yiddish remains in the DNA coursing through the veins of American Jewish culture. So instead of thinking it dead, think of it as an influential ancestor.

“You can ask, ‘Why does the past matter at all?’ ” Nahshon says. “Because, we are the summation of our memories and our history. We don’t come out of nowhere. We come out of something.”

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Putting anti-Semitism on the radar at the University of California and beyond

Last week, the regents of the University of California unanimously approved a landmark “Statement of Principles Against Intolerance” containing the following language: “Anti-Semitism, anti-Semitic anti-Zionism and other forms of discrimination have no place at the University of California.” Although the statement has been widely hailed within the Jewish community for its unprecedented acknowledgement of anti-Zionism as a source of anti-Jewish hostility, many have overlooked an aspect of the statement’s language every bit as significant when it comes to ensuring the safety and well-being of Jewish students: the regents’ clear call for anti-Semitism, in all of its forms, to be treated like every other kind of discrimination at the University of California — no more, but certainly no less.

Why is this so significant? Because for far too long, the problem of anti-Jewish bigotry has not been on the radar at the University of California.

In 2010, when UC launched the Advisory Council on Campus Climate and satellite working groups on each campus with the goal of “enhancing and sustaining a tolerant, inclusive environment … so that every single member of the UC community feels welcome, comfortable and safe,” Jewish student concerns were conspicuously absent from these groups’ agenda. This despite the fact that Jewish students were already reporting an alarming incidence of anti-Jewish bigotry on several UC campuses.

Furthermore, when attempts were made to put anti-Jewish hostility on the UC radar, they were aggressively and successfully suppressed by the very groups most responsible for creating that hostility. For example, in 2012, within days of the publication of a Jewish Student Campus Climate Report commissioned by then-UC President Mark Yudof, which found that “Jewish students are confronting significant and difficult climate issues as a result of … anti-Zionism and Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS),” anti-Zionist student and community groups viciously attacked the report and demanded it be withdrawn. 

To this day, the 2012 report’s findings and recommendations have been ignored by UC administrators, who have shown themselves unwilling to acknowledge — let alone address — acts of blatant anti-Semitism. Instead, they engage in a discriminatory double standard, tolerating hateful language or behavior when it is directed toward Jewish students but promptly and vigorously challenging it when directed toward other racial, ethnic or gender minorities.

It is precisely this inequity that the regents’ “Statement of Principles Against Intolerance” sought to redress. Indeed, it is only against the backdrop of the long-standing and discriminatory treatment of Jewish students that the UC statement and its curious emphasis on anti-Semitism can be understood at all. 

And the regents’ statement is historic, for California’s Jewish students and for Jewish students nationwide, who have also fallen victim to an alarming growth in campus anti-Semitism and campus administrators who turn a blind eye to it. The University of California is our country’s most prestigious public university system. Now that its governing board has unanimously acknowledged the serious and growing threat faced by Jewish students and called on its chancellors to provide appropriate protection, it will surely encourage other university leaders to follow suit.

There are some who fault the regents for drafting an aspirational statement that has no “teeth” and does not require the 10 UC chancellors to take specific action in response to anti-Semitism. But within that aspirational statement is a clear call to UC chancellors that echoes Regent Bonnie Reiss’ passionate warning and plea at a regents meeting last November:

No principles we issue, no matter how well written, will stop this climate of intimidation … unless each chancellor makes it a priority to look at this climate for their Jewish students as they would for their black students, their gay students, their Latino students, their Muslim students. … I plead with each chancellor … take action now … so this intimidation and hate acts against our Jewish students stop.” 

Now that the regents have put anti-Semitism on the radar at the University of California, it is up to the chancellors on each UC campus to ensure that they respond to acts of anti-Semitism with the same promptness and vigor as they respond to every other form of unacceptable discrimination. No more, but certainly no less. 

Tammi Rossman-Benjamin is on the University of California faculty and the director of AMCHA Initiative, a nonprofit that combats anti-Semitism on college campuses.

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